Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217 
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 16:51:27 GMT -8
  It is the largest and most beautiful building on the island city of Travere. Its flags are constantly waving high in the rolling, sweet breeze of the gulf where the island is its home, and there is a constant patrol of a Pegasus in the skies around it, thus granting the beautiful palace its name; The Palace of Wings. Large, grandiose, and constantly abuzz with movements from its servants, its guards, and its elite guard, the palace boasts over a hundred rooms for guests, three public gardens (not including the private ones) and several ballrooms. Like all things in Gauldin, everything is ornate and gilded with gold. The architect of the Palace of Wings and those that followed him only had one purpose in mind when creating the gorgeous abode; to take your breath away. |
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 17:10:50 GMT -8
Captain Renaux frowns at the door in front of him he has been standing in front of it for quite some time trying to make a decision. He was not used to being indecisive such things could get you killed on the battlefield, but that was the issue he was not on the battlefield. Instead he was in his fathers quarters at the palace. Well technically they were his quarters now but even after two years he could not bring himself to think of them as his. In point of fact he had been actively avoiding thinking of himself as the king, oh sure he was acting like it making decisions, attending endless meetings, and ordering people about when he had to but he had done all that as a captain in the Pegasus Knights. Tomorrow though he would be doing something very far outside his comfort zone something very kingly. He was going to marry a girl 8 years younger than himself who he had never talked to before.
You'd think as king I'd be able to get out of getting married.
Renaux thinks to himself wryly still staring at the door. This was probably a bad time to finally do this 2 hours after dinner, right before their wedding day. The simple truth was his ignore it and hope it goes away strategy had been stupid and ineffective and now his options are marry a girl he's never had a conversation with or man up and knock. Finally with deliberate care he gathers his resolve and raises his hand and knocks firmly on the door.
This is probably going to be an unmitigated disaster.
He thinks darkly.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 6, 2015 17:16:46 GMT -8
Lord Vin Requin sits in a comfortable guest room, filling out shipping orders. It's such a pain, having to come all the way to the capital. He's got a city to run, after all. Ah well, can't be helped. It's not every day the king gets married. And the soon-to-be-queen...impressive. Red hair, pretty face, and a body fit for a king. Wait, that doesn't work. A body fit for a goddess? Eh. Better. He suddenly realizes that he's been fantasizing about the princess, and has signed the same request for katashiman spices three times. That's odd. It takes a lot to break his concentration. He shakes his head. She belongs to the king. He shouldn't think like this. He could get himself executed, if he accidentally voiced his thoughts. Sighing, he returns to his paperwork.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 17:27:24 GMT -8
If she had known that two such men were thinking of her, she probably wouldn't be very flattered. Oh, her mother would, and her maid-servants would be all a-twitter, but Arianne? She was dragging her feet to the alter, not that the King even noticed.
"Arianne," came the stern voice of her mother, and Arianne lifted her eyes off of the page she had been doodling on. She was nervous, very nervous, so she hadn't been speaking much. Getting married? To the King of Gauldin? It wasn't a fate she had ever wanted, and a fate that she felt she shouldn't deserve.
Not because the fate was too good for her, but because she was too good for IT.
"Yes?" Arianne asked, setting down the quill. Her maids were oohing and awing over the wedding dress that had been sent all the way from Isra. Why such a garment was sent all the way from Isra when Travere had the lion's share of seamstresses, Arianne would not explain to her mother. It was simply a cost that she -- and her father -- had agreed to.
"You aren't listening."
"No," Arianne confirmed.
Her long-suffering mother sighed. "How am I to--" A knock came at the door, and all heads swivveled to look at it, including Arianne. Her mother signaled that the maid should go and open the door, and lo.
All of the women quickly came to their feet as the King of Gauldin himself stood at the threshhold. All of the women, that is, except Arianne. She frowned a little at him, almost as if she was displeased to see him, and she slowly pushed up onto her feet when her mother gestured.
"My king," said Arianne's mother, bowing her head while Arianne lifted her own and looked Renaux in the face. After all, he wasn't going to be just a king to her, was he? He was going to be her husband, the father of her children, the keykeeper of the ball and chain that would be wrapped around her ankle for the rest of her life.
"Why have you come?" Arianne asked, pointed and straight forward.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 17:36:40 GMT -8
Renaux surveys the room he is to disciplined to show surprise though he is a little surprised at how many people are in the room.
I really, really shouldn't be. It makes perfect sense for her to have servants and for her mother to be here.
He thinks to himself again disturbed at how this whole affair is throwing him off his game. Instead of immediately answering he strides across the room to the nearest window he sits down on the sill one shoulder against it and then looks at the starry night sky. Looking at the sky always calmed him down, it was where he belonged not in the palace. Finally he addresses the room he voice calm and commanding no hint of his inner turmoil shows through.
"I thought it was odd that I would marry a girl I've never even talked to. I have come to have a conversation with my betrothed, the rest of you are dismissed."
He will not speak or move until his orders are followed, he will simply stare out into the night sky until the only things in the room are him and the Lady Arianne.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 17:49:32 GMT -8
Her mother hesitated. Leaving her alone with the King was not the proper thing to do, but then, they were to be married tomorrow. For tonight, the King wanted to talk. Tomorrow night, however, would prove an altogether different experience for Arianne.
"As you wish, my king," Arianne's mother said as they left the room. Arianne's mother shot her a look, as if to say 'Don't ruin this' but it was unnecessary.
As soon as the door was shut, Arianne turned to the king, sitting on her window sill and looking up at the night sky. He was handsome, yes. And still young, and as far as she could tell, he still had most of this teeth and in prime condition. As her mother told her, there was absolutely nothing to complain about when it came to the King's looks.
But then, that's not what Arianne truly complained about.
"Did it just occur to you tonight that we haven't spoken?" Arianne asked as she finally rose and moved away from her chair. She was graceful, if only because she was taught to be so, and the warm light from the hearth gleamed off of the red of her hair that curled and swayed down her back.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 18:03:36 GMT -8
Renaux doesn't immediatly look away from the window even after everyone has left and Arianne speaks. He heaves a long sighs tears his gaze away from the night sky and turns placing his back against the window and resting the back of his head against it for a moment. After another long moment he finally lowers his head and stares at the Lady Arianne. She was pretty enough he supposed, not that it really matter to him. Renaux had always been a very focused individual and he had never given more than a passing thought to women or romance his head had always been too full of war for other things. That had changed in recent years... Well not the part about women, it would take someone exceptional for him to take more than a passing interest in someone of the fairer sex. What had changed was his focus he was no longer solely concerned with war with becoming a peerless fighter, his two years as king had taught him much about responsibility and duty. This all goes through his mind quickly the pause barely noticeable as he says his voice just sounding tired.
"You have my apologies Lady Arianne, I imagine this whole situation must seem quite unfair to you. No this is not the first time I have thought about talking to you. But to be candid I don't want to get married to anyone, I have been handling this betrothal in a way that was incredible childish. I hoped if I ignored it, it would all just go away."
Renaux chuckles at himself and says his voice sounding resigned, but with a hint of good cheer.
"It didn't work, and for my childishness I owe you another apology."
He gives her a little half bow with a small flourish of his hand from his seated position.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 19:54:46 GMT -8
She was not very patient, this feisty, redheaded nobleman's daughter that was soon to become his bride. When he took his time answering her question, after making his way into her room and ordering everyone out, she crossed her arms beneath the swells of her bosom and rocked her lithe, feminine weight to one hip, her red curls bouncing a little as she did so.
When he apologized, she thought he didn't sound that sincere, especially with his bow and his flourish, and she scoffed. A bit of heat blossomed in her fair cheeks, turning them a darling pink as she dropped her arms from beneath her breasts (with a little wiggle of soft, creamy flesh from over the neckline of her gown), and put her hands on her hips.
"I accept your apology," she said with flippancy. "And you're right, of course. You have been very childish." She had also been childish, fighting this betrothal every step of the way. And yet still, the gown that she would wear for their marriage was there on a dummy in the room, beautiful and decorated with flowers, luxurious as was the Gauldin way.
"Do you have a mistress or any... any children I should know about?" Arianne asked, trying to get the knowledge and the subject out of the way before they moved forward. "Is there anyone that you... that you love or cherish in some way?"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 20:03:31 GMT -8
Renaux blinks slowly the girl seemed to be full of piss and vinegar, and apparently she had been irritated by his apology.
It was probably the bow that's what you get for trying to be...whatever that bow was trying to be.
The again maybe she was just irritated, it took him so long to speak to her at all. He allows her chastisement to slide on past, something he wouldn't have done two years ago but he had learned that expecting discipline from every noble he met was a wasted effort. He instead answers her question promptly he tries to affect a friendly tone though he is not sure if he manages it.
"No to both, as I said I don't really want to marry anybody. I spent my time with the knights focused on improving myself I gave little thought to anything else. What about you? Am I putting out some young lord with this marriage."
The second the words are out of his mouth he winces he had meant it as a joke but he realizes after the fact that it may be a sore subject.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 20:20:03 GMT -8
"No," Arianne responded, her sails a little deflated of the hot wind that had been rising given his more relaxed tone... and the promptness of his answer. "There's no one." At least, no one that she knew about.
She whet her lips a little and looked away from the young king. But when she looked left, she saw her wedding gown, and when she looked right, there was her bed, a bed that they'd both be in tomorrow night. Unless the King neglected his duty. The thought had a confusing mix of emotions in Arianne. Most of her was alright with the idea that he wouldn't come to consummate his marriage, but a part of her might feel like a failure.
The little part, she supposed, was the product of her parents.
Restless, and needing to do something with her hands, and to fill the lengthening silence, she began to put things away -- her bow and her quiver of arrows was still out, her overcoat, her jewelry.
"I didn't want to get married, either. I didn't even want to come to Travere. At home, my father allowed me to hunt and to ride, but now that I'm here..." She stopped what she was doing, her back partially to Renaux. "Here, I'll be useless. And unwanted."
She turned back to him and took a step closer. "After we're married, can I return to Carmean?" It was another way of asking if she could run away to the life she'd always had, and she knew it was cowardly, but he'd already said that he'd never wanted to get married. She'd only be in his way.
Sure, the nobles would talk about the Queen he married that was no more than a girl. And sure, they would gossip that there would never be an heir for the throne. And her father, the Duke, would be angry with her, and with Renaux for allowing it. And Arianne would never prove herself as anything more than a spoiled girl... but he'd be free of her, wouldn't he?
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 20:27:26 GMT -8
The king looks at the young girl genuine empathy on his face. Renaux knows exactly where she is coming from neither of them wants this, but they are both going to have to live with it. Instead of answering her right away though he stands up and walks over to her bow and arrows. He picks up the bow and draws back the string in a single smooth motion, like all Pegasus knights he has mastered the bow after all it is the primary weapon of the air cavalry. The tension on Arianne's bow is lower then his own but not by as wide a margin as he would have thought, the girl was clearly stronger than she looked. Satisfied he turns and tosses the bow to her its an easy throw and he telegraphs it so she should have no trouble catching it. He then draws an arrow from her quiver and twirls it nimbly between his fingers as he says, tone and face unreadable.
"Show me how good you are with that."
With a deft motion he catches the arrow he was twirling and offers it fletched end first to Arianne.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 20:31:43 GMT -8
She catches the bow, and it's almost impressive how she reacted quickly enough, only her arm snatching out to grab the easy toss while the rest of her remained still and graceful. It belied a warrior's training beneath the facade of a pretty face and an expensive gown, jewels still glittering as they dripped from her throat and laid across the soft pillow of her breasts.
A frown chased over her auburn brows as she stepped closer to him, trying to read his handsome face as he handed the fletching side to her. She took it, holding the bow comfortably in her palm.
"And if I show you?" she asked, the passionate redhead unable to let a request like hers go unanswered, and unable to simply let him order her around. Arianne would never let herself be bossed, and would always, always, always challenge Renaux if she felt like a performing monkey or a little... girl to be ordered. She had never been raised to be seen and not heard.
"If I show you, will you answer me?"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 20:42:06 GMT -8
A flicker of surprise flashes across Renaux's face at her movements. The girl had been trained and trained well at that. When she approaches him the king stiffens a little but since he is not sure what he is planning to do himself it is easy to keep his expression neutral. However she has gotten uncomfortably close to him and he returns to his seat on the window sill before answering. Instead of answering her question right away he says tone curious.
"I can see why you would think you'd be unwanted, but why would you think you'd be useless? If you are any good with that bow you would have at least one use, one that I happen to prize rather highly. I think that is why I asked you to show me how good you are with it. Still I accept your deal I will answer your question if you show me how good a shot you are."
He still does not allow any hint of what he is thinking pass across his face as he says this.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 20:50:20 GMT -8
She watches him as he moves away from her to once again take a seat by the window. Looking at him now, with a warrior's eyes instead of a terrified girl's, she realizes that he took the spot in the room that gave him the broadest view of the room, and an unadulterated gaze of the doors that led into this room;
one, that led from the hallway into her room,
the second, that led from his changing rooms and into her own sleeping quarters where they now spoke,
and the third that led from her sleeping quarters to her changing rooms.
A flicker of curiosity gleamed in her blue eyes, but with no preamble, she easily flipped the arrow, notched it, and twisted at her hips to pull the string of her bow back. It didn't even appear as if she aimed. The arrow struck through the distance like the claw of a wolf, and it slammed, rod-straight right in between the eyes of... Renaux.
Of course, not the living Renaux. No, when the castle had prepared these rooms for the new, young queen, they had hung a gargantuan, leviathan, gold-framed portrait of King Renaux astride a rearing white stallion Pegasus in her room, as if to remind her of just whom she'd be getting married to.
She turned back to look at Renaux, expectantly.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 20:58:57 GMT -8
"Oh good now I have an excuse to burn that."
Renaux says his voice filled with amusement, and a broad smile spreading across his face at the girls choice of targets. He stares at the now ruined painting, he had hated that painting and when he found out Gaspar had hung it in his betrothed's rooms he had almost throttled the aging servant. He found it extremely odd that despite being the king he almost never got his way in the palace. He then turns his attention back to the girl walks over and extends his hand indicating that he wants the bow. He says his tone still filled with wry amusement.
"Unfortunately no, as much as we may both wish to get tomorrow over with and then pretend it didn't happen you cannot return to Carmean. I am tied by my duties as king just as you are tied by your duties to your parents."
He then thinks for a moment before saying.
"Also may I please see your bow for moment."
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 21:10:10 GMT -8
His quip brought laughter from Arianne, her face lighting up into a pretty smile. It seemed this redheaded young woman had a face that could be read as easily as a book. When she was happy, she smiled and laughed and people could feel its warmth just to stand near her. When she was displeased, she scowled and demanded. She was always moving, eternally restless, and behaved liked fire.
"It does make you look a bit like an ass," she agreed with him, as he stood and moved closer to her. For a moment, she had to remind herself that he was the King of Gauldin. The airs that he had entered the room with seemed to have faded away.
Oh, but then they were back again. Or at least her displeasure was with his words. Her smile faded to be replaced with that cute frown she wore. "Duty!" She threw up one hand and turned away from him, her red curls whirling around her as she did so, her gown just long enough to have a little train as she paced away, her bow in her hand.
"How ridiculous-- you're the KING. You certainly don't want to marry me, so why are you? Tell them that you've decided not to marry," she suggested, whirling back to him again and pacing closer once more.
Of course he couldn't do that, and Arianne knew that. Too many plans had been made, too much wealth spent both on the King's end and the Duke's, and not to mention, the taxpayer's. Everyone was expecting a wedding. They all would get their wedding tomorrow. If the King called it off, it would be a sign of deep, deep, deep disrespect to the Valois family, and it would NOT be a good political move to piss off the Valois Family. Still, a girl could hope. For all that she had a body meant and made for a man to touch and hold, she'd been too indulged and spoiled in Carmean, and still had a head for fairy tales and dreams.
Renaux asked to see her bow and she paused. "Why?" she asked.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 21:18:37 GMT -8
Renaux has to stifle a smile of amusement at the girls out burst. She had a fire in her and evidently she wasn't going to let him do anything without challenging him on it. It was actually rather refreshing, since becoming king everyone had bowed and scraped to him conceding to his every demand and wish... At least on the surface often times his wishes were flat out ignored, at least the ones relating to his personal life. It was nice to have someone disrespect him to his face for a change it reminded him of when he was a recruit with the knights. He doesn't answer her first question right away but he does answer her second question.
"I would like to see your bow, as I would also like to put an arrow into that ghastly painting. I'd use my own but Gaspar keeps putting it in the armory so its probably not in my room."
He shakes his head as he thinks of the old man servant.
"I swear if I didn't sleep with my sword he'd try and hide that from me to."
His left hand subconsciously strokes the pommel of the bastard sword on his hip, he seems oblivious to how odd that comment might sound.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 21:28:56 GMT -8
He kept avoiding her questions, and she had to wonder if it was his way of managing her. Her mother had certainly never learned how to handle Arianne, and she had the grey hairs to show as proof. The Duke of Carmean didn't really handle his daughter, either. He either indulged her, or commanded her. There never really was a middle path for him.
She blinked at his reasoning why, but then she marched on over to him, fiery and still angry with him, and then held out her bow in a stiff arm for him. "Don't miss," she told him and then she sat down at the end of the bed, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and gesturing with the tip of her pointed chin that he should try to best her arrow.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 21:53:54 GMT -8
Renaux walks over and grabs the quiver of arrows slinging it over his shoulder. He pulls one out and tests the bow once again this time nocking an arrow. He stretches the string a few times and once he is satisfied returns the arrow to the quiver. He takes a long slow breath and holds it, then he beings. Draw, nock, pull, aim, release the entire sequence takes less than three seconds and before the first arrows lands he has already drawn a second. The second is released and just as quickly a third is sent out now finished he slowly releases the breath he was holding. The painting now has two arrows sticking out of the eyes, and Ariannes shaft has been split down the middle. He then turns to the girl and says his voice loses some of the friendliness he had before it sounds more... Well not regal exactly. His tone is more like that of a military commander one who is used to being obeyed by others because he as earned their respect, not because his blood says they should.
"I cannot simply call off this marriage because I have a duty to my country. I must do what is best for my people even if it means I do not get what I want. I am sorry that this duty is forcing you into this marriage, but it must be done and I think you know this."
He then sighs shakes his head and places the bow and arrows on the bed next to her before standing in front of her and offering her his hand. His tone is a complex mix of emotions though empathetic and remorseful stand out.
"I can't call off the marriage and I can't let you go home, we have to marry and that is that. However if it makes you feel more comfortable we can try being friends before we do anything else. There is no set time limit on when..."
Renaux coughs embarrassed and in that moment it becomes painfully clear that he is really bad at this, but he is trying his best.
"...an heir has to be produced. We are going to be stuck together for a while so I am willing to give you as much time and space you need so this doesn't end up making us both completely miserable."
He gives the Arianne his best winning smile which is pretty bad. In this moment he doesn't seem to be a king, or a knight, he is just a man in a situation he doesn't want to be in desperately trying to make the best of it.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 6, 2015 22:03:09 GMT -8
His authoritative tone immediately has her shoulders squaring and her blue eyes sparking, as if she's preparing for a fight. A hot blush rushes over her cheeks, making her feel foolish and childish. Of course she knew that he couldn't call off the wedding. She looks away from him, aware that it was only making her even more childish, but at least she was biting her tongue and not exploding at him the way she wanted to.
He held his hand out to her, and she saw it out of her peripheral vision. Even so, she didn't reach for it until he tempered his tone, and then she reluctantly reminded herself of who she was speaking to. Her hand slipped into his, dainty and small, and yet, not quite as soft as a lady, given the callouses on her palms from archery and fencing and riding.
She stood beside him, petite and soft and supple, her hand in his, and tilted her face back to regard him. His awkwardness with the whole heir thing and the whole anything else bit had her blushing, too.
"But-- the wedding night, they'll..." she cleared her throat. "They'll want... proof." It was tradition, in some cases, for an audience to witness the coupling of the king and queen to make sure that they both remained honest, but for the most part, the only tradition that was followed now-a-days was the Viewing of the Queen's Sheets to make sure that the spotting of virgin blood could be found.
Still, she was willing to endure talk and gossip if he was. Or to trick the masses, if such a thing could be done.
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